Friday, December 5, 2014

Motel Gangbang -- Two Holes - No Waiting

Detroit—October, 2014

I was about to work
out of state for a few weeks. I needed
to see my Dad before I left, so I headed into Detroit on a Saturday. Of course I checked to see if I could combine
my rather depressing visit to the Metro area with anything fun. BBRT listed a motel party that evening. I asked for an invite.

I got an answer
immediately. The young man was looking
for as many tops as possible. Well, nothing
new there. What intrigued me was that he
told me that two bottoms had banded together to see if two willing men would
lure more guys to stop by and fuck them.
In the course of our talking, he wondered if I would act as doorman/bouncer. Or in the words of the young man—“to be sheriff
for the night.” I love watching men at
groups like this, so I would have been among the first to be there anyway, and
as it takes me forever to get off, I knew I’d be there for a long time. So I agreed.
They gave me the name of one of the cheaper hotels by the airport and I
told them I would be there just before 7pm, their starting time.

I park in the hotel lot.
I am glad they picked a place with outside doors. I check the text again to make sure I am
going to the correct room. Bottom
floor. Easy access. I knock.
I hear hushed voices and in moments the door is opened by Blake, the man
with who I’ve corresponded.

“Come in. We’re
almost set.”

Blake is naked. And cuter
than his pictures. He is in his early
30’s but looks younger. His dark hair is
rather long. He’s smooth from the waist
up, but quite hairy below. As he moves
away from me, I can’t take my eyes off his ass.
I can’t wait to stick my face in his furry butt. He’s seen the gym, if not regularly, enough
to begin to define his chest and arms.

And he’s the only one in the room.

Just as I am about to ask, the bathroom door opens. In walks a young cub.

“This is Pete,” Blake tells me.

Pete grins, and also fully naked, flops down on the one
double bed in the room. Pete carries his
extra weight quite well. He’s a true
cub—sandy blond hair everywhere. If
Blake’s ass looks furry, Pete’s is an over grown forest. He’s a little younger than his friend.

I strip as Blake fills me in: “There’s lube on both end tables and the
desk. Water is in the fridge. The bourbon is mine, but you’re welcome to
some.”

The moment I’m naked and hard, Blake stops talking and gets
on all fours on the bed. Pete does the
same. They are side by side. I kneel behind Blake. I sink my tongue into his hole. I’m the first one there, but I swear the boy
is loaded. My right hand plays with
Pete’s furry ass as I eat out Blake.
Blake groans, then reaches over to kiss Pete. When he comes up for air, he tells his friend
how good my tongue is making his hole feel.

Then I switch and lick the hairier ass. Pete gives a startled moan as my tongue goes
deeper than he’s used to—and he tells me it’s the deepest he’s ever been
rimmed. I finger the wet hole of
Blake. My finger comes out, covered in
cum.

“Do you have a load already?”

“Yeah. One guy didn’t
want to meet anybody else. He fucked
both of us and got off just before you got here.”

I move back to Blake.
I lap at the cum I’ve pulled out.
My cock is rock hard. I stand up
and work it slowly into him. Blake
squirms and grabs at Pete’s hand. He
squeezes it, his knuckles turning white.
And then he relaxes—and I glide into him balls deep.

“Oh, my God! You are
so much bigger…”

“Well,” I say as I thrust into him again, “I just pushed
that load deeper into you.”

I fuck him slowly.

“You have got to feel this dick,” Blake tells Pete. I take my finger out of Pete’s hole, where it’s
been all the while I was fucking. I move
over and stick my dick into Pete. He
takes it, but never quite easily. I fuck
him into submission—literally—he goes from all fours to flat on the bed ever
time that night I hammer into him. But
he can never evade my cock until I decide to pull out.

Just as I re-enter Blake, the first knock sounds on the door…

*****

During the next three
hours I open the door to 11 more men:

A Big Bear of a man
who comes to all my parties, too. He
sticks around to give each boy a load.

Mr. Uncut—a stocky guy
with a hooded cock every bit as big my dick.
He’s good for two loads as well.
He can’t get enough of me cleaning out his foreskin of ass juice/cum after
each fuck.

A Dom I usually see
with the Cum Hound stops by to fuck both guys.

A very Hebraic looking
man with a curved cock.

A vers Cub. I let him suck on every cock in the room to
get them hard—or to keep them busy as others are fucking. He is a two load man, too, out of a nice
uncut dick.

A hairy Trucker
type. He was going to go after one
load. The cub sucks him into hardness
again so he can load the other bottom.

A couple of bottoms
who come in thinking they will highjack the party. One leaves in no time as I stop him from
getting fucked. The other I make jack
off on Blake’s ass. I scoop up the load
and fuck it into Blake’s squirming butt.

A man as thin as myself—and
almost hung as big. He made the boys
squeal with his jack rabbit fucking.

A young man who is
really a cock sucker, but valiantly tried to fuck both. He is the only other man who leaves without
shooting a load or two.

And one I can’t
remember at all now. My notes say “uncut
with glasses.” No idea…

*****

I have never seen guys stick around and play for so long at
this type of party. To a person they
will start on the “free” ass—whoever is not getting fucked at the moment. If both holes are filled I direct them to the
vers cub. Occasionally, I act as fluffer
as well. Everyone wants to try both
holes. The guys are taking cock like
champions—it’s non-stop. The rest of us
are sticking cocks in other top’s mouths or having the guys suck us as they get
fucked. The bed is a mass of bodies
writhing and sweating.

Every load is announced.
Action all but stops around the top about to explode. The vers cub and I take turns on cleaning up
the top’s cummy cock as he pulls out. I
push in after each load is shot and fuck it deeper into the ass of the
moment. Once it’s happened once or
twice, the tops actually start telling me it’s my turn to pile drive the load
they just shot as deep as possible.

Amazingly, the two guys are neck and neck on loads. No jealousy here. They both want the other to get loaded. Everybody fucks both—and then they decide who
is better for them and unloads accordingly.
Since Pete can’t take my cock as easily, I spend slightly more time with
Blake.

*****

Two and half hours go by quickly. Finally the room has thinned. It’s just the major players left: The Bear, the Trucker, the versatile Cub and
Mr. Uncut—all the two load men who want to see the final cumshots.

The Trucker is fucking Pete, working hard to shoot his
second load. The Cub is on one of his
nipples, twisting and biting. I am on
his other. His whole body stiffens and with
a shout, he shoots into Pete’s cum churned hole. I go to my knees—as does the Cub. The Trucker pulls out slowly. The Cub and I lick at the sides of his
cock. Soon we are kissing as the Trucker
just stands and lets us clean him off. I
look at the Cub—Does he want the felch?
He shakes his head—he’s gotten off twice and looks exhausted. I move in and clean up all the frothy mess
around Pete’s ass lips. Pete is
whimpering as I lick and soothe his puffy hole.

“I’ve never had so much cock and cum,” he mumbles to us all.

I stand up. I’m the
last man left. These guys want to see me
shoot. I push into Pete and the Trucker’s
fresh cum. I go ball’s deep with one
easy motion. And Pete collapses. “I can’t.
Please…”

“He’s taken seven loads,” says Blake, a little wonder
creeping into his voice.

“How many do you have?”
I ask him.

Blake shrugs.

“He has five.” It’s
the Cub. “Lucky bastard,” he adds under his breath.

“And you took one before we began.” I remind Blake. “That’s six.”

Blake nods.

“Then you need mine.”

Blake gets back up on all fours. My tongue grazes over his sticky hole for a
moment, but it’s all about my cock now.
It’s still covered with the Trucker’s cum I was just fucking in. I insert.

“Fuck me,” Blake grinds out.

“Shoot, fucker,” says the Trucker, right in my ear. I can feel his damp cock on my thigh. He twists my right nipple. I accelerate the pace. The Cub goes around to my other side. His hands graze my ass on the back stroke,
his mouth on my nipple.

And I’m over the edge.
I shoot and shudder.

I stay in place and marinate in Blake’s incredibly wet hole. Finally I let go of his hips and he falls
forward. He and Pete kiss as the Cub
cleans up my cock and the remnants of all those loads.

*****

Moral?

I talked with a lot of the tops on line after the
event. To a person they were glad that they
had more than one guy to fuck. They
loved the choice of holes and how different the two bottoms looked and
felt.

It’s something to keep in mind when you want to throw that
motel gangbang…

From My Side of the Sling

I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.